Tag: magpie

Thank you, I said. Thank you, he said back. We walked, we ran, we stumbled towards the ocean and over the ocean and back again. We certainly have seen a lot over these past few years, you said. And I wouldn’t change any of them for the world, because where we are now, where we are headed? That is beauty,…

it was just me then, a girl in a mirror, closing her eyes, a little smile when she moved just so and a bit like this and that. my girlhood, my memory of those years, hearing music and turning and dipping, it was never anything i left behind, just the part of me tucked away. my sweet, my dear, you…

when i wrote you, i wrote of good things and how we’d someday be. we’d someday be up top on that hill, sittin’ there, you lookin’ at me, me lookin’ at you, smilin’ that little smile. we were, we did, we saw. you loved me and you love me and you will love me, love me like there was nothin’…

let it go, i asked you. heal yourself, i asked you. what we once thought as cool, as sexy even…it is lost. leave it behind and when you’ll look back you’ll be amazed at the journey. what was started decades ago will be safely archived…and you can begin a freed man. walk away from that with no more justification or…

you know i never needed a lot. i watch you watch the bees anchoring themselves into those sunflowers and am reminded of the way i would pick the smaller, scandalous blooms from the ground…don’t blow, they’ll spread the weeds everywhere, they’d tell us, yet we’d still make wishes and dream about having a horse someday and a big house where…

you wrote me while i was sleeping and you kissed me every day until the sun came up and the cows went home and every morning you’d be there, either with your head propped up on one hand, laying on your side waiting to talk to me when i awoke, brushing the hair away from my face and smiling at…

well no one on earth would ever have thought and by that i mean the clouds that i look at and the sun that rests upon your skin means we are and we will be, not just someday but on that day. you are my gift, i am your present day, we are each other’s tomorrow. the way i see…

If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream. ~ Rene Magritte Some days I walk all one, not alone. I woke this morning to the sounds and the space and the way my dreams are within me. You laugh and exhale beside me and I wonder, is this what I’ve…

i see inside my insides and wonder each morning and each evening, if i run to catch your hand will i be strong enough to give you what you need, will you hold it tight and never let go…i see my insides and each time i do, i breathe a bit easier. i reflect in your eyes all that is…

I can’t see through every moment and I remember the way I knew even when things weren’t quite clear. One day we walked together and the air was on my skin in such a way…it was closer. The next day was how it should be, how I knew I always wanted to feel. At home. When I flew my cheeks…